Unfulfilled

Today is the day of unfulfilled hopes

a day when something has slipped away 

into peaceful oblivion and no one knows why.

We are left with all the questions

empty questions asked into air

which blows away into the empty sky.

Baby's breath and touch not known.

All the hope within us poured down

into tears of grief and loss.

The tender touch of unfulfilled hope

drowns out all the rest the sparkle,

the shine, all dim without light.

Lost on the air of and edge of holy loss,

is this the way the women felt who lost

their children in the streets by the soldiers?

At least they had the comfort of a touch,

a taste of the person, this is left with

the nothingness of much that is gone.

Never to be experienced this time

and this day will be marked in the lives

of two forever lost and caught in God's hand.